He bent down to pick it up. The soft cotton touch and the faint fragrant scent on it suddenly sparked a different feeling within him.
It was Cordelia’s bra—a simple basic design.
Marcus smirked. He licked his lips and felt parched. When he came back to his senses, just as he was about to shove all the clothes into the washing machine, he heard the sound of the door, then the small woman’s voice.
“Marcus, are you home? Gosh, I drank too much water in the afternoon. I’m going to die. I need to use the toilet…”
Suddenly, two pairs of eyes met. Both of them were stunned.
Cordelia looked at Marcus in surprise before her gaze went down and she spotted the laundry basket beside him, the dirty laundry, the washing machine with its door open, and… She cried out and blushed in the blink of an eye.
“Why are you holding this?!”
She darted forward and snatched her bra from his hand swiftly, wishing nothing more than to bury herself in a hole.
Marcus was a little embarrassed as well. Judging by her reaction, anyone who didn't know better would have thought that a burglar was in their house…
Hold on, she did not see him as a burglar, right? The perverted kind who would only steal bras…
Marcus, who was visibly alarmed, coughed. He answered her as naturally as possible, “I don’t have much to do at home, so I planned to do the laundry.”
Cordelia kept her eyes down, not daring to look at him, while her heart thrashed around.
“You… Just leave it all here. I’ll do it later.”
“Didn’t you say a family requires effort from both people? The house chores should be shared as well.”
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